I was born and raised right here in Reno, but I've always believed that at heart, I belong somewhere bigger. When I went to New York just over a year ago, I left a piece of myself there and someday (soon, hopefully) I intend to reunite with that part of my soul and never leave it behind again. It's really hard for me to accept the fact that things will not always turn out in a happy ending. It's difficult for me to grasp the fact that in this world we live in, in the lives we lead, there are no more easy solutions to the questions life forces us to answer. This is the reason I tend to daydream. I picture a more optimistic version of myself, enjoying a flawless life, sharing it with people who are all essentially good, who put others before themselves. Yes, I am aware that this utopia is completely unrealistic, but I don't see the harm in imagining. I have an unhealthy habit of selling myself short. I am confidently insecure. I am aware that this is an oxymoron, but when the rest of my life is a cliche, I don't see the harm in indulging in two less than perfect adjectives to describe myself.
